Sometimes love finds itself
standing inside another’s storm,
wanting to stay,
wanting to help,
and slowly feeling the weight
of what is not ours to carry.
It is a hard place to be —
to care deeply,
and not disappear,
to offer light
without becoming consumed by the darkness.
Trapped is not a judgment.
it is a witness —
a remembering
that love does not require the loss of self,
and that each soul must find its way
to the light within.
— a reflection by Corvalya
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